Often times as women we are taught to “play nice”. As a child, I said what was on my mind. I once told a Catholic priest that I thought that a catholic nun may have not gone Heaven because she used to spank (ie beat to a pulp) kids (wellll?!?!?! where do you think she went. I think her gates were a little warm to the touch rather than pearly). He looked at me with disdain and I can’t remember but there were probably a series of Hail Mary’s and Glory Be’s to make up for what I said.
However, as I grew older, maybe it wasn’t exactly proper to “tell the truth”. If you just got along and followed some arbitrary rules you would be promoted, get chosen for special favors, or at the very least just keep your job. I had this sick feeling in my stomach if I had to follow a rule that I wasn’t comfortable with. Hopefully, my conscience would win out and I would do what I felt was the right thing to do. Could I tell the truth and defend someone who may be defenseless against someone who was perceived as being more powerful? Maybe even harder than that is the ability to tell that person that you truly care about that they have to move out, leave the job, or end the friendship because, in the end, it will be best for both of you.
As women we are taught or bred to be nurturers (I’m not sure which?) It’s ok to be honest and if someone is upset or holds a grudge then so be it. As long as we are coming from a place of trying to change the situation for the better then . . . . they will just have to get over it. So recognize that there is something that is hard to say and just say it already!?!?!?!?!